boxfullofzeroes | more for the boogerman

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(Continued from here~)

Frisk hopes there's no fight.

They want to be left alone, sure, but that's not the only thing they hope for. Even they can't just fix a--rivalry, a longstanding hatred, at least not when the opposing parties actually know each other. But they also hope they can...lessen it, at least a bit. So the Sandman doesn't try to outright kill--no, they're sorry, 'banish', with lots of beating and tarry blood--Pitch when they see each other every time.

(Of course, they don't know the whole story. But they can't imagine that would matter.)

The time ticks down in companionable silence.

Frisk keeps their eyes on the sky--

--and they sit straight up when they first spot glimmering gold in the clouds.

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From:

dustless

"But you enjoy a meal sometimes, do you not?"

From:

boogerman

Thoughtfully, "Food does seem to have improved in the last century or so. More flavorful. They don't know how lucky they are, these days."

From:

dustless

"You could learn to make delicious meals, even if they do not always fill your stomach. I--we--would be glad to teach you!"

From:

boogerman

Awk...ward. "I'm not very good at it, you know." With a hint of defensiveness: "One person can't be good at everything."

From:

dustless

"That is perfectly fine! If you are willing, we can start with the very basics. I enjoy teaching, and Frisk enjoys helping."

"And she makes really good stuff, you'll learn a lot," they say, nodding seriously under his hand.

From:

boogerman

The whole idea is making him feel... strange, in a way he might be able to describe if he had several days to think it over. What is happening to him?

"I'm curious, why is cooking so important to you?" Funnily enough, he doesn't mean any harm by this question either. There's a distinct lack of mockery--neither of them deserve being mocked right now.

From:

dustless

"Personally, and to keep concise...it was only a comfort in my darkest, loneliest years. Now, it is a reminder that I am not alone, even when I am making it by myself."

(She did not miss that loneliness explanation Frisk gave.)

"And it's fun to do anyway." Frisk nods seriously again. "Making a thing that tastes good."

From:

boogerman

Uncomfortable, twisty feelings on top of the other strange one, plus fear that it's all going to reveal itself to be a horrid trap... this was easier when he was chugging a bottle a minute.

"I'll keep it in mind."

From:

dustless

Toriel has patience, as does Frisk. Even if they don't like having to wait.

"Thank you. I do not think you should come while we are preparing for New Years, but I will be free for cooking almost every time school is not in session, if you choose to."

From:

boogerman

New Years is only a little over a week away, he can stay busy that long, of course. And they'll be doing other holiday things, the holiday which shall not be named... blech.

"I'm sure I'll be able to survive until after the holidays, if I do." Hah.

From:

dustless

"Us too." Barely. There's lots of work to do, and more parties happening first, just in smaller places. At least the New Years one's gonna have lots of dark places to hang out.

"...I was thinking of baking something soon." This isn't entirely true, but she is still up to it. "If you would like to make some observations."

From:

boogerman

"Another pie?" Just like before, with the fire instead of the oven... that right there is something he can't do.

His hand comes back to life, petting Frisk's hair very very softly, and then he takes his hand away. But he doesn't stand up, see.

From:

dustless

"Pies are what I am the best at. But this time, I was considering a cake!"

Frisk stays in his personal bubble, and probably will until he makes them move. Or if they end up heading to the kitchen.

From:

boogerman

Dessert again, how dull. That's not what he thinks of when he thinks of a meal. Sausages and eggs, now that would be something.

"I suppose I could watch."

From:

dustless

Well, he'd need to ask, then.

"Excellent!"

Toriel stands smoothly, then pauses. "Would you be able to make it to the kitchen?" Yes, he seems much more sober, but she cannot be sure if he is shaking off the remnants and acting very well.

From:

boogerman

Demand things of them, when they've been so decent as to let him in? ...Nah, not tonight. Not unless he gets bored and less full of feelings.

He stands up, dislodging Frisk and leaving the poor little thing all alone on the floor, wrinkling his nose a bit. "What? ...You know, you both ask the weirdest questions sometimes." Then--sorry, Toriel--he's fetching his laptop off the bed, folding it shut and tucking it beneath his arm. He'll 'feed' it later at some hotel, when he remembers.

From:

dustless

Whatever. Frisk pops up and races out, yanking the plugs of the christmas lights from the walls.

"I do not know if boogeymen can get hangovers. It is better safe than sorry."

From:

boogerman

"I can hardly get drunk. I'm not like you lot." He's fine. If he's going to get a headache, it'll be from the lights. What a stupid holiday.

From:

dustless

"'Hardly'," she repeats with a tiny bit of amusement. It may not have lasted long, but he very much went under.

The house is pretty dark by the time Frisk's through. They're balanced cross-legged on a kitchen stool, somehow.

From:

boogerman

"You'd be shocked at how much I'd had before I showed up." Enough to kill an elephant, maybe. He appreciates the darkness, how they seem to be making him feel comfortable! "Good stuff, too."

From:

dustless

"...Perhaps." Toriel carefully does not ask, and makes her way through to the stove. Everything tastes better with old-fashioned fire magic, but Pitch cannot use that. She is doing this as an example, after all.

"And what flavor should we have?" she asks the room.

"Vanilla," Frisk suggests.

From:

boogerman

Don't be looking at him, don't be looking at him...

"Cakes come in flavors not chocolate? Hahaha. Cakes are easy to steal, honestly, easier than snagging all the ingredients.

From:

dustless

Toriel is putting her glasses on and adjusting the temperature; Frisk is looking to make sure all the tools and ingredients are out. "Yeah. Sometimes there's too much chocolate."

(* Liar. There's no such thing!)